It’s July 1974, and the Duke is in town to shoot a film, suffering from lung cancer, effing and blinding and cheerfully laying into everything and everyoneI’d like to say that I had met John Wayne under a mesa in Monument Valley or as the sagebrush swirled across the foothills of the Sierra Nevada. Instead we were, in July 1974, face to face in a static caravan on a rusty old industrial estate in Greenford, Middlesex, where, far from his natural habitat in America’s Old West, I’d gone to talk to Wayne about his latest film, Brannigan.This was the one Read More

Source:: The Guardian